Sweetness

This morning I was awakened by Laylee. She crept down the hall to my room and slowly opened the door. Hoping she’d go back to bed, I pretended to be asleep. With much effort, she hoisted herself up to stand on the box spring so her little face was level with mine.

Then she did what I do every night after she falls asleep. She kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear very softly, “Mommy, I love you. Have a nice dream.”

This is exactly why I want to put a drain in the middle of my bathroom. It hasn’t happened yet (my girl is just *this* close to walking) but knowing her prediliction for water it’s only a matter of time.

If I was ever going to —not that I was, at all- ponder this question: I wonder if DYM can ever have a tiny little post AND still surprise to the point where I’m thinking ‘she needs to be crowned the Supreme Blogger of Blogtopia’? , I’d have to say no, wonder no more. Your blog rocks and you know it.